I'd rather be a banker
Stealing money from the poor
Counting on anxiety and vanity and war
I'd rather be in prison girl, a victim of the law
I guess I'll be a congressman
'Cause lovin' you's a chore, yeah lovin' you's a chore
One day I'll be so debonair, like Miles in '62
Dressed up in silk Armani, but it will not be for you
I wanna be a Philistine, with tastes you might find poor
With plastic covers on my couch and boy bands on my wall
I'd don't care for Dom Perignon or Almas caviar
To me a screw top wine's divine
But lovin' you's a bore- yeah lovin' you's a bore...
Some day I'll make you dance like Pablo did in 64
Just fantasize you're exorcising demons on the floor- (woo!)
I'm gonna be a soldier, fighting in Afghanistan
We'll sack Kabul and Baghdad too and then we'll take Tehran
I'm in it for the opium, and pretty Persian whores...
Well, you keep the petroleum,
'Cause lovin' you's a war- ah, loving you's a war- eh lovin you's a war, yeah, lovin you's a war...